Well it’s iron that he hangsnHe loves his worknHe drives hours each daynHe’s never been hurtnGot a back of steelnGot burns on the sleeves of his shirtnHe drinks too much when stuff gets heavynHe can’t think straight his mind gets hazynHe stops at a sports bar and everybody knows he’s a flirtnnSo he’s driving to work nWith his head split opennFrom last nights drinking and last nights smokingnAnd he never got homenAnd now there will be hell to payn‘Cause she’ll be yelling and he’ll be screamingnAnd the kids will be cryingnLike a house full of demonsnSays to himself, “Why do people live this way?’nShe says to Lou Ann, “He’s the father of my babiesnI know you think I’m wrong, I know you think I’m crazynSticking around while he’s drunk all over townnBut you don’t see he can be so sweetnHe only gets mean when he gets in his drinknHe’s good to the kids nIt’s just sometimes he gets down”nnIron drops badnYou know it just seems to fitnHe gets busted on his wellsnHe wants to just quitnHe wants to curl up tight on a cold white ground and crynBut he works full shiftnPicks up a sixnIt’s almost ChristmasnThe roads are getting slicknShe’s gonna be at the doornGonna be hell of a fightnnSo he’s an hour out of LincolnnNo shoulder on the roadnIts dark and its snowing nHe oughtta go slownBut he pushes it forward nPlanes and slides like a slednThe tires hit the edge nHe spins at the topnThe truck slides low in the ditch till it stopsnIt hurts where he banged his headnnSo he sits in the cabnHe can’t read the gaugesnThe wipers whip like wind over pagersnIt’s loudnThere’s static on the radionIt gets too light to seenHe just staresnIt gets too light to seenAnd then he gets scarednThen the light was gonenJust wipers, wind turned snownnWell she says to Lou Ann, “He’s the father of my babiesnI know you think I’m wrong, I know you think I’m crazynSticking around when he’s drunk all over townnBut you don’t see, he can be so sweetnHe only gets mean when he gets in his drinknHe’s good to the kidsnIts just sometimes he gets down”nnSo he pulls back onnHe drives real slownThrows the last of the six out the window in the snownSomething’s changednSaw light, he should have seen darknThat’s the last time he dranknStill a hell of a fightnShe knew he wasn’t lying when he told her about the lightnShe knew he wasn’t lying about the lightnn(Girl)n“It’s iron that he hangsnHe loves his worknDrives hours each daynHe’s never been hurtnGot a back of steelnGot burns on the sleeves of his shirt”n